Have you ever?

Have you ever felt the soil beneath your feet?
Have you ever walked on the green-misty grass?
Have you ever got drenched in the reviving summer fall?
Have you ever awaited the blissful morning rays?
Have you ever?

Have you ever looked back on your life?
Have you ever looked back on you?
Have you ever been you?
Have you ever?
Have you?

Have to.
.

I wish I were…

I wish I were the sky…
To be the vast expanse, to know no boundaries,
To be the transition of changing seasons,

To mock the people who pray and kill.
To see how a tiny little planet hide n seek; day n nights, revolving!

To know, how the wind teaches the birds to fly against it.
To realize there are butterflies flying along with scavengers.

To be the battleground for the darkest of clouds before they explode into thunderstorms.
To understand sun is a star amongst million such.

To inspire people who keeps a dream.
To be the womb from where goose-bump-evoking rain ooze out!

To remain the empty space, where in me, there is another thousand skies.
I wish I were…
.

I’m running away from me.

I’m running away from me.
I’ve become a stranger in me!
I ignore the hymn sang by my heart.
I pretend I didn’t hear it.
I remain dump; I curse the defiance in me.

Each day I’m newly born.
I’m unaware, what’s happening?
By the time I get accustomed to the daily sham,
I kill myself.

I reincarnate the very next day,
Failing to rediscover me, I start to cry…
Meanwhile,
I woke up from the dream which I were in.
Yet I did find the tears real.
Wiping it off, I start to run.
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